Postcard in sepia
The park
It’s a worn out scenario
The same characters
Represent the same stories
The pair of lovers,
The waiting man
And the one who does not expect anything
And me,
What i come to think about you
year after year.
Teacher of verses
I watch the sea
Breaking into foam …
This is what happens to me with the words.
It is necessary.
It is necessary
Reverse the spell.
That,
That erases women
Of the history books,
Of the spheres of power,
Of anthologies.
That,
That encloses them
Between four walls,
with only
Put a ring on them.